The subject of their interrogation sat at the
other end of the long table, facing the mirror. She was
model-thin, with yellow hair tied back in a bun, hands clasped
in front of her like she was the Teacher's Pet. Her posture was
ram-rod straight, a prim little smile on her lips, blue eyes
cold, so pale they verged on being colorless. Topping off the
Good Girl image was her floral dress, complete with white lace
collar and slightly puffy sleeves.